Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 04

Suddenly Rashida sighed.

"Oh that was good. Alright my bitch, it's time you satisfied me properly."

I gave her a puzzled look. Rashida laughed.

"Here,baba, stop massaging, and bring your mouth in closer." She commanded, parting her legs slightly.

I was now staring straight at between her legs. Her pussy stared back at me. Rashida hadn't shaved, so she had a lot of pubic hair down there. My maid servant then reached out and grabbed my ears with each hand and started to twist them.

"I punish you,baba," Rashida told me, pinching each ear in turn, "so that you become a good, upright, young man. But sometimes, I punish you because I like doing it. And doing it makes me hot."

"Yes,bua."

"Now," Rashida told me, holding my ears in a vice grip. "You are going to learn what service means. This will be your first proper sexual experience. You will use that mouth of yours and worship mybhos(cunt),baba!"

"Yes,bua." I understood what Rashida wanted. This was going to be the way I would sexually serve her. I leaned forward and pressed my mouth against her vaginal lips. Another strong odour, coupled with her feminine heat hit me as my lips touched her skin.

"Start licking!" Rashida directed. "You have 5 minutes, bitch, or it's across my lap again."

I was now lapping her and sucking at her clitoris with vigour. My hands were now on her legs, holding them apart.

"And if you cum," Rashida pulled my ears so that my head was pulled back. She bent it and I was starting right at her eyes. She used a finger to point at my now semi-erect penis, "Do NOT cum. I will thrash you so hard you will forget your name. Now, quick, back to licking your queen! You are my slave!"

"Yes,bua."

I pressed my face deep in between her legs. I slid my tongue between Rashida's pussy hairs, finding her wet cunt and felt the folds of her clit. My tongue was working up and down her clit even as her pubic hair smashed against my face. As I continued to eat her out, Rashida tried to maintain some semblance of control. Her orgasm was beginning to build as my inexperienced tongue started to hit the mark. Suddenly I felt a warm gush of fluid fill her cunt.

As soon as Rashida felt she was about to cum, she ordered me to shove my tongue inside her cunt hole and, in her words, "fuck her with it". It was all that was needed as she quickly came, grabbing me harshly by my ears, rubbing her wet clit all over my face.

"Not ... bad ... for ... starters, my bitch," Rashida panted, letting go of my ears. Rashida then raised a hand.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

"That was good!" She purred.

"Excuse me,bua."

Suddenly I stood up. Something wasn't right. I was feeling nauseous. My face was wet with Rashida's juices.

"I will be right back."

I opened the door of her room and ran to the washroom. Yes, I was naked, and Rubina could see me if she was there, but I didn't care. I rushed to the washroom, hoping it was empty. It was! I opened the door, bent down near the commode and threw up.

After some time I cleaned up myself and the commode. It was a sudden gag reflex, I realized. I hadn't been prepared for it. I would have to do better next time. I suddenly felt the urge to pee, so I relieved myself and flushed the toilet. I went to the basin and washed my hands and face. I was feeling a lot better now.

Suddenly the door to the washroom opened. It was Rashida.

"How are you,baba?"

"I'm a lot better now,bua. I am sorry I had to rush out like this."

"You will get used to it,baba. This was your first time eating out a woman?"

"Yes,bua."

Rashida laughed.

"You still have a lot to learn."

Rashida looked around, and fixed her glance at the commode. She then pointed at the toilet seat which was in the up position.

"Whenever you are done with the toilet, I want you to always put the sit down,baba."

"Yes,bua." I replied. "I am sorry,bua. It wouldn't happen again,bua."

Rashida looked around the bathroom.

"Put your hands on this basin,baba." She ordered. "Hands here, and legs spread apart. Actually, I want you to lift your butt up ... rise on your toes. Yes, that's right."

I watched in the mirror as Rashida rummaged in the bathroom cabinet for something. I then saw a hairbrush in her hand.

"The toilet seat,baba," Rashida told me, standing behind me, "should never be up in a ladies washroom,baba."

"Er ... yes,bua. I am sorry,bua. Please forgive me,bua."

I watched in the mirror as she raised her hand.

WHAP!

It was a strong, sharp blow

I didn't realize just how much it would hurt and burn when the backside of the brush met my backside.

"One! OW!" I hastily counted. "Thank you,bua. I am so sorry,bua. Please spank me again."

WHAP!

"Two. I will never leave the toilet seat up,bua. Thank you for reminding me,bua. Please spank me again,bua."

Rashida calmly, and methodically, continued to beat me. By now she was an expert spanker, and she alternated between my right and left butt cheeks. After 10 firm blows to my butt I was reminded that the toilet seat would always be down from now on.

"Alright,baba." Rashida put away the hairbrush and snapped her fingers. "Stand properly."

"Yes,bua." I removed my hands from the basin and now stood upright. I dared not rub my sore bottom. I could not help the feeling of ignominy. I was naked, spanked almost dismissively by my maid in the maid servants' washroom in the maids' quarters of my own house.

"Go stand there." Rashida pointed to the bath area.

I obeyed her and got into the area where the maids took a bath. It wasn't a bathtub, but a flat, empty area with different tiles on the floor. The maids didn't have a shower, of course. They filled a bucket with water and used that. I went and stood there. The floor felt cold to my feet.

Rashida came and stood and in front of me, facing me. Her boobs bounced and jiggled in her blouse. I could see through the thin blouse material that her nipples were erect.

"Kneel, boy." She commanded, pointing at the floor.

"Yes,bua."

I knelt on the cold floor and looked up at Rashida. She rolled up her sari and petticoat so that once again her cunt was now just in front of my face. Did she want me to eat her out again? I wondered if I should start to lick her snatch again, but I decided to wait for her command. I couldn't see her face – her huge breasts blocked my view of her chubby face. Rashida bent down slightly and suddenly pinched my nose, forcing me to gasp.

"Open your mouth, Tarek." She told me, letting go of my nose.

"Yes,bua."

"I need to go pee." Rashida told me. "I am really bursting."

I am really bursting.Now where had I heard that before? Oh right, Rubina. She had said the exact same thing earlier that night. How strange!

Rashida positioned herself so that her crotch was right above my face. She then lowered her vulva on to my mouth.

Then my maid servant Rashida started to urinate on me, her master's son.

A trickle of pee came first and I swallowed it. Another squirt of urine hit my tongue and flowed to the back of my throat. Again I gulped it down.

Then her stream began in earnest, a hot jet of golden salty piss hitting my face. Her stream of urine was like a dam bursting, gushing forth in a yellow flood. It was like a warm and wet geyser shooting from her pussy. Urine was splashing all over me as my maid servant was letting go of her pent up piss.

I wanted to drink every drop of that pee that Rashida squirted into my mouth. It filled my throat quickly and I swallowed a huge gulp of her salty piss. She was letting her bladder go full force into my mouth. I had to struggle to just keep up.

I swallowed and swallowed, and felt the salty, acid taste of my maid servant's urine. I sucked harder on her vulva, drawing out her urine with as much force as I could. Rashida finished ejecting the last drops from her bladder as I licked her clean and sucked down the last of the droplets of her golden pee. She hissed and shuddered, bucking lightly on my face, her every muscle as taut as a bowstring, her eyes shut tight and her lips trembling.

"Aaaahhhhh!" She whispered, gently convulsing in ecstasy, grinding her pussy down on my mouth. I continued gently kissing and licking her womanhood.

"Ahhhhh,baba! That felt so good. Oh, this feels so good!"

She then straightened her legs and stood up completely. Her face flushed and she was smiling as she let out a sigh. Rashida then looked down at me, kneeling on the floor of the maids' washroom, naked, covered in urine.

"Clean yourself up, Tarek." She told me. "And then come to my room."

"Yes,bua."

Ten minutes later, I had cleaned myself up properly with lots of water, soap and vigorous scrubbing. After completely drying myself with a towel, I opened the door cautiously. I was still naked, and didn't want Rubina to see me. Thankfully the door to her room was shut. Quickly I made my way to Rashida's door and knocked.

"Come in."

Rashida had by then completely dressed herself in a new sari. I could see her old clothes lying crumpled in a heap in the corner of the room, no doubt ready for the laundry basket. In the presence of my fully clothed maid servant, I felt vulnerable. Naked. Exposed. Ashamed. Rashida also had a bamboo cane in her hand.

"I was going to punish you very severely tonight." Rashida told me, walking to a chair in the middle of the room. "Caning with this, spanking with a hair brush, and with my bare hand, and a belt. However, since you have serviced me well, and drunk my pee as well, I am willing to forgivesomeof your punishment."

"Er ... thank you,bua."

"However, I will still need to cane you for the panties incident."

"Er ... yes,bua."

Rashida sat down on the chair and curled her finger.

"Come here,baba." She beckoned.

"Yes,bua."

I put myself across her knees, over her lap.

"Very quick to assume the position, aren't you,baba?" Rashida laughed, her hands caressing my butt.

"Er ... yes,bua."

"Good." Rashida picked up the bamboo cane with her hand. She made aswooshsound as she waved it around.

"Bua," I pleaded. "Can I please not get a spanking today?"

Rashida tapped my bum gently with the cane.

"Do you think your friends' maids spank them,baba? Or pee upon them?"

"Er ... I don't think so,bua."

"That's because your friends don't sniff their maid's panties, Tarek."

"I ... I ..."

"Do not try to argue your case, Tarek." Rashida used her other hand to sharply twist my ear.

"Ow! Ow!" I cried out as she pulled my earlobe. I raised a hand to protect my ear, before I immediately dropped it.

"You are going to get some more for doing that." Rashida told me disapprovingly, as she continued to twist my ear.

"I am sorry,bua." I murmured, dejectedly.

Rashida let go of my ear and raised the cane.

"It is disrespectful to me, your maid servant. That my employer's son is going through my privates!"

"I am sorry,bua."

"It is also disrespectful to Rubina, the other maid in this house. Women don't like to be objectified, Tarek. You behaved inappropriately with her!"

"I am sorry,bua."

"I am going to light your butt up with this cane."

The next 10 minutes were hell. The bamboo cane bit the skin on my ass with each stroke. The narrow cane wrapped around the curve of the ass as it struck. I felt each welt forming before the cane was removed. The sting, I knew, would last for hours. There was no question in my mind that I wouldn't make that mistake again.

"Why am I doing this to you?" Rashida asked me, in between my beatings.

"I have been very naughty,bua." I sobbed. "I should not have gone through your panties."

After another severe strike, Rashida paused and adjusted her legs as I was becoming too heavy for her in that position. She also patted my very red bum.

"Good boy!" She told me.

"Thank you,bua." I replied, in between my sniffling and tears.

"Say 'I will not go through my maid servants' panties'. Say it, now!"

"Yes,bua." I sniffed. "I will not go through my maid servants' panties. I am very sorry,bua."

The spanking resumed. After another few series of beatings, Rashida stopped and again told me, "Say it."

"I am very sorry,bua." I said. "I will not go through my maid servants' panties."

"You are a disgrace,baba." Rashida scoffed. "Get up!"

I remained standing by her left side, tearful, squirming, and itching to rub my burning bottom.

"What do you say to me?" Rashida crossed her arms across her chest and asked.

"I am very sorry,bua. I will not go through your panties. You try very hard to correct me and train me in proper behavior, and from time to time I slip up and cause you embarrassment and pain. I am very sorry for that,bua."

Rashida remained seated and looked up at me.

"I punish you because I love you,baba. I care about you."

"Yes,bua."

Rashida raised a finger and tapped her left cheek.

"Kiss me."

"Yes,bua."

This time, keeping my hands behind my back, gently resting on my sore buttocks, I leaned in and planted a kiss on my maid servant's fleshy cheek.

Rashida let her hand linger on my tummy. Then, slowly, her hand went down to my genitals. She cupped my balls softly and kneaded them, before her hand wrapped itself round my rock hard penis and slowly started to stroke me.

There were no words exchanged; there wasn't any need for so. Slowly, the frequency of the strokes increased.

"Oh,bua!" I gushed out, unable to control myself any longer. My cock twitched, and my sperm spurted out. It was a torrent of cum, and I ejaculated all over her hands, legs and the floor.

Rashida finally stopped stroking me when my penis went completely flaccid.

"Wear your clothes and go to your room, Tarek." Rashida told me. "I will see you in the morning."

"Yes,bua." I replied. I was all drained out.

"And, oh, Tarek?" Rashida glanced at the corner of the floor where a pink panty lay amidst her sari. "Take that panty with you. You can keep that."

"Thank you, thank you! I love you,bua."

As I said, I loved the feeling of Mondays and Thursdays. I couldn't wait for Thursday!